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Cassandra Trelawney (blondemagic) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,

Cassandra had been moving furniture around which had been in the room in the first place. There wasn't a window which was quite annoying and something that she would try to remedy later - either with a false one or getting some help with the wall. She didn't know if it was against the outside or not. It was impossible to tell with all the stone but that was as may be. Empty shelves lined the walls and there were a couple of desks - facing one another for easier conversation.

On her's was a typewriter which wasn't particularly helpful in the long run but she was learning her keyboard. Apparently typing would be very helpful with the computer if they ever figured that out. The 'hunt-and-peck' as it was called was not very productive so she needed to learn to be quicker. But why couldn't things be bloody alphabetical? Wouldn't that have made it faster.

So when she was interrupted in her practice, she was more than pleased to stop. Her eyes were wide in surprise as Peter rushed in, parchment in hand. He looked a little flushed as if he had been properly running through the halls which was a little more amusing than she wanted to admit. "I can't even begin to imagine you at eleven," she teased lightly but her attention was all his as he explained his plan for the framing.

"They do have eight years of wild growth. There should be plenty outside of the trees," she agreed, really not wanting to go into the Forest if they could help it. It was a very clever idea, though, and it would look very pretty when it was done. "You don't have to apologize for working or not being present. I don't own you," she offered with a smile. As for how she was, she just exhaled heavily and shook her head slightly, not wanting to get into just how overwhelmed she was feeling.